A New Discovery

The device was almost silent when it was running, so Fran's actions were not seen by the mages who were still discussing it.

One minute after it started running, Fran detected a faint spiritual response, confirming her suspicion.

After running for five minutes, Fran noticed that the substance inside was extremely scarce and that she could no longer detect any spiritual reactions, so she stopped injecting her Mental Power.

But when she opened the lid, she was dumbfounded; the situation seemed to have taken her by surprise.

She remembered putting in about thirty grams of Grey Ghost Iron, and the rest was...

"It's probably less than 0.1 grams." Fran frowned after measuring it with a weighing spell. What was going on?

Just then, a white hand touched the device she had just used. She looked up and saw a mage who had come to 'help' her.

She had a pair of deep blue eyes, her golden hair fell naturally, and she wore a faint smile on her face. She was dressed in an elemental robe.

"It's possible that you didn't inject enough Mental Power, preventing the device from operating at full speed, which is why the output is so low."

"Many alchemical creations are actually us 'stealing' the key components of those basic substances."

"If we don't seize it, then those things will just disappear into thin air."

The other person explained with a smile, noticing the confusion on Fran's face, and said:

"Just call me Nora." Nora concealed her surname, and Fran noticed this, but she didn't point it out.

Although Nora's attitude was quite friendly, Fran didn't agree with what she said from the bottom of her heart.

First of all, there's this device. Fran's Mental Power far surpasses that of a normal First Order Mage. She's confident that the Mental Power she injected almost burst this device.

She also checked the device, and its power was definitely still usable; it hadn't weakened to the point of affecting production.

"Did something unusual happen after I trapped the gas?" Fran guessed.

This magical device is not actually a completely sealed device; she could see that the seams between its parts were quite wide.

"Since gas won't work, we'll have to try using a spirit-like material to create a barrier." After deciding on her next move, Fran looked up at Nora.

"Is there something you need?" Fran noticed that Nora had been looking at her, as if she wanted to say something, but she had been thinking and the other woman hadn't interrupted her.

"Are you from the Elemental School?" Nora asked.

This shouldn't have been a problem, since almost all mages wear a robe representing their School to prove their identity.

Fran's robes were torn by Connor's swords at the Northern Territory Pass, making them unwearable.

She then wore a black robe until she arrived at the Northern Lands Society.

Originally, she came to the Northern Lands Society to find a professional place to make a robe, because only in the regions of this the Alliance could there be places that could make robes for various School.

However, after she became famous because of her mentor, Harbos, she abandoned the idea, since the designs of the Forge School were simply too eye-catching.

Now that she's wearing that robe, it's practically a declaration that I'm Harbos's disciple.

After all, there are very few people left in the entire Forge School. Anyone who knows a little about the inside story knows that Fran is the only member of the Forge School in the Northern Lands Society.

Therefore, Fran deliberately wore a robe from the Northern Lands Society to conceal her identity.

"I am not a member of the Elemental School," Fran said calmly.

Although Fran could easily impersonate a member of the Elemental School, given her extensive Arts and expertise in elemental Elemental School, she could easily do so.

But after thinking about it, she realized that impersonating someone like this wouldn't do her any good, and she didn't need to impersonate a member of the Elemental School right now.

"Really? That's a shame." Nora wore a very regretful expression, as if Fran not to join the Elemental School was a serious mistake.

"May I ask where you were promoted to?"

Fran found it strange; why was I asking where I got promoted from? What did that have to do with the current situation?

"Loderis, the City of Apprentices of the Grey Soil Province," Fran replied to Nora's question, which was rather insignificant.

Nora blinked, then said:

"Are you interested in switching to the Elemental School now? You have a great Talent for elemental magic."

Fran also sensed something was wrong. Why were they using such aggressive tactics to poach her? Her gaze swept to Nora's chest and she saw the Yobner Society's badge, and then she understood everything.

She finally understood why he had asked her where her promotion was taking place; it turned out to be someone from the Yobner Society.

She had heard from Harbos that the Yobner Society was the core society of the Elemental School, and that mages who joined it would become the core of the entire Elemental School, with even the top ten positions in the School coming from within this society.

It can be said that the Yobner Society was a key training ground for the Elemental School, and its members naturally considered themselves the masters of the Elemental School.

She knew that Nora had noticed her affinity for the Wind Element, a rare quality among mages.

The fact that the other party asked where they came from probably meant they wanted to curse the person in charge of that place, wondering why they would give someone with Wind Element affinity to another School.

"I'm very Talent? In what way am I Talent?"

"You'll probably definitely reach the Third Order Mage; going beyond that will depend on your own efforts."

Nora explained to Fran very seriously, leaving Fran speechless.

At that moment, Leo, a mage who was discussing things with other mages, overheard these words thanks to his extraordinary hearing and chuckled inwardly.

He looked up toward the source of the sound, and he felt that the two people were lying. How could Third Order Mage be so easily attained?

His father was also a Third Order Mage, but he never dared to hope that his child could reach the same Third Order Mage as him, because that was simply too difficult.

"Two First Order Mage, not even reaching the Second Order Mage, dare to discuss the third-tier world here," he thought disdainfully.

This reminded him of his Connor, who had followed the path of a Profession and reached the second tier, but in their correspondence, he often lamented that there was simply no way to reach the third tier.

Thinking of this, his gaze toward the two men became even more disdainful.